Page 46 of Darkened Truths
I smile despite myself, and when he frees me, I inspect my reddened skin; wincing when I touch the tender spots. I walk over to my bag, ignoring the set of green eyes that never seem to leave me.
“Come with me.” Julien grabs my arm to drag me God knows where, and I yank it free.
Shaking my head, I say, “No.”
“You need something for your wrists,” he counters.
“I’ll survive, or I’ll hit up the nurse for medical attention. Don’t start acting like you care now. You’ll ruin your streak.”
A low, irritated growl leaves his lips as he slowly advances on me until I’m backed against the wall. I look around for help, but we’re the only ones left. Everyone else is already gone, including Mr. Scarboro.
“Stop being difficult, Princess.” He lifts my hand, and it’s so gentle and caring, my heart stops for a moment. He inspects the red sensitive skin and when he rubs his thumb over it, I wince. “Shit,” he mumbles as he turns my arms over to inspect every part. “Put vaseline on it and keep it covered until it heals.”
“Why are you being so nice to me?” I question, my voice barely above a whisper.
He jerks his head up like I’ve slapped him, eyes raking over my face. I’m an open book. He doesn’t need to search hard. And if he asked a question, I’d answer.
“Laconia.” He still hasn’t dropped my hands and the pulsing current flowing through us has my feet glued to the floor. I couldn’t move away from Julien, even if I wanted to. And right now, I don’t want to. I can’t help but feel this connection to him. Like I know him. I can’t shake the feeling. Even when he’s being an asshole or trying to scare me away, there’s this nagging feeling.
I blink at him, my mind taking longer than it should to comprehend what he’s just told me. And when I do, I suck in asharp inhale of breath. He’s finally answered my question from this past weekend. I don’t know why, but that makes me happy. Maybe it’s because he remembered I even asked the question.
“Hey, there you are,” Wesley announces as he walks into the room. Julien drops my hands and walks away, picking up his bag as he leaves. That moment of tenderness, it was so unlike the Julien I’ve seen. It made him seem…human.
He says something to Wesley in passing and Wes slaps him on the back in greeting as he leaves.
“Ouch.” Wesley says, examining the red marks. “Zip ties?”
I nod and give him a small smile, but watch as Julien leaves without a glance back at us.
He kisses the tender skin before collaring my throat, holding me against the wall. His lips come down and I greedily accept them, coaxing his mouth open. He nips my bottom lip and I startle.
“Don’t rush me, Hellcat. I’ve missed you.” He says before taking control of our kiss again. My hips move on their own as I search for any sort of friction to help ease my growing need.
“Wes,” I moan when he kisses the delicate skin over my racing pulse.
“Tell me what you need, baby.”
“You,” I moan, wrapping my leg around his hip. He wraps his hands under my knees and lifts me with ease, pressing my back against the cool wall as I wrap my legs around him, clinging to him.
“You can do better than that.” He presses his hips against mine and my entire body heats with want. We’re in public and definitely should not be doing this. That seems to be our MO though—PDA in public places. It’s like that couple at the beginning of this year in the bushes. It feels dirty, but I’m fully aware of how horny it makes me. Fantasies of Zander watchingus through the cameras flash through my mind, and I all but whimper. I wonder if there are some in here.
He kisses along my jaw and down my neck. When he bites the spot where my shoulder meets, I squeak. “I want your dick.”
He rolls his hips into mine once more and I drop my head back, relishing in the feel of his body. “Where do you want it?”
“Inside of me. I want to come on your cock, Wesley,” I moan.
“Fuck me, Riley. You’re beautiful when you talk dirty.”
He puts me down but reaches between my legs and pulls my panties down. I kick them off as quickly as I can, thankful for once that this stupid uniform is a skirt. He pulls a condom out of his pocket and smirks when I chortle.
With a sexy as sin grin, he slowly undoes his belt, button, and zipper as he teases me. He rolls it on and lifts me, pressing me against the wall once again. He sits at my entrance until I wriggle in frustration and then he plunges deep inside me. No foreplay, but it’s not needed. I got wet the moment he kissed me. I was already soaked, so this intensifies it. The corded muscles in his arms and neck strain as he holds me and thrusts into me.
“You’d better come quick, baby. I want to feel you milk my cock, and if we get caught, I’m taking it out on your ass.”
He fucks me hard and fast, but it’s not the right angle. I know we have limited time because anyone could walk through that door at any minute. It excites me, but I can’t concentrate. “Wes, I need more.”
He pulls out and places me on my feet and spins me. But before I can protest, he is angling me how he wants me. I press the palms of my hands against the wall. His hand comes down between my shoulder blades and he grabs my hip, holding me in place, pressing into me once more.
